Under the desperate gaze of Mao Mu Qingyan.
Ah Xuan and Wei Yuan turned and left.
When going down the mountain, Wei Yuan raised his right hand under the cover of his wide Taoist robe, tightly grasped Ah Xuan's arm, and stabilized his body. The young Taoist was startled, and noticed Wei Yuan's weakness at the moment. He didn't say anything, but quietly raised his hand to support him.
Wei Yuan whispered: "Walk slowly."
"Don't be in a hurry."
"Yes."
Along the way, he met He Mao Xingluo and his group.
Wei Yuan nodded politely. He Mao Xingluo watched the two Taoists, one big and one small, leave, silent, just took a step back, turned his head and looked in the direction of Fuyue. The horrifying scene made him lose the ability to speak for a while.
The violent flames and thunder, wrapped in the sword energy, did not flow down the mountain, but rushed into the sky.
The lava rushed into the clouds and mist, and caused thunder and rain.
When it fell, it had turned into pure volcanic ash.
At this moment, the thunder and fire directly enveloped the entire Mount Fuji. Wei Yuan abided by the agreement with Zhang Ruosu and used the wind and fire engraved on the scabbard to limit the scope to the extraordinary world. The lava that fell did not break through the blockade of the Fuji Five Lakes and the Onmyoji barrier, and did not explode to affect the city.
But it was also extremely conspicuous. As long as you look up in the night, you can see the red in the distance.
Qualitatively, this is of course just an extraordinary conflict.
But in terms of the impact in all aspects, it far exceeds this.
Hemo Xingluo raised his hand, covered his eyes, and let out a painful low sound in his throat.
Such an impact is worse than the young Taoist who used his sword to break through the extraordinary world of Sakurajima and robbed the imperial wine of the Amaterasu Festival more than a hundred years ago.
The first mountain, symbolizing the freedom and solemnity of Sakurajima, the high ridge of Fuji has turned into an angry mountain god, surrounded by flames and thunder. Tonight, it is destined that the faith of countless people will collapse.
This sword cut through the holy mountain in everyone's heart.
And he actually didn't have the courage to attack when the Taoist priest passed by.
After more than a hundred years of practice, when facing the same scene, he found that he was still the child he was before. He calmed his mind, looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Go and help, try to minimize the influence of Fugaku."
"Yes!"
Everyone rushed to that direction.
Hemo Xingluo felt a little heavy in his heart.
After more than a hundred years of practice, he was called a great onmyoji, and star divination was his strong point.
At this time, he sincerely hoped that he was not good at this kind of magic.
Suddenly.
A roar that was sharper than the vastness of thunder broke out. Even though it was still some time before Fugaku, many onmyojis felt the ground shaking under their feet. They swayed and almost couldn't stand steadily. Hemo Xingluo finally stabilized his body.
Someone was heard shouting and exclaiming:
"Mountain?!"
"The mountain is moving!"
Hemo Xingluo's face suddenly changed, and he looked up suddenly. Mount Fuji was still covered by thunder and flames, because the flames themselves continued to gushed upwards, stirring up the collision of thunder and lava between heaven and earth. At this time, a huge body suddenly rose up next to it. When it was fully stretched out, it was not half as bad as the flames.
Eight heads and eight tails, sixteen light yellow vertical pupils, overlooking the world coldly.
The terrifying beast raised its head and roared, and its head swallowed lava, flames, thunder, wind, rain, bright moon, starlight, and scales emitted powerful power fluctuations, and then frantically attacked Mount Fuji, which was symbolic of Sakurajima.
There was only the roar of the beast in the quiet night.
Hemo Xingluo stopped, looking powerless.
"...Yamata no Orochi?"
The most famous and powerful god of disaster in the entire Sakurajima legend.
A disaster that surpasses the Great Tengu, the Golden-faced White Fox, and Shuten-doji.
When he was in despair, a figure flew out from Mount Fugaku. It was a gentle man in a long robe with a few strands of long beard, but his eyes were full of anger, which destroyed his overall temperament.
............
After Wei Yuan and A Xuan went down the mountain, they rushed to the bay as fast as possible according to Wei Yuan's request. When they were halfway, Wei Yuan's magic power recovered a little. He endured the pain in his meridians and performed the wind control technique, carrying A Xuan and rushing towards the destination.
He asked the disciples of Tianshi Mansion to help prepare a small boat.
Now the whole Sakurajima is in chaos.
Because no one had informed in advance about this matter.
So there was no preparation at all.
The Yin-Yang Master and the monks formed a formation to rescue Mount Fuji. The beautiful scenery aside, the symbolic significance was too great. They could not let this mountain be destroyed by thunder and fire at such a special time today. The appearance of Yamata no Orochi made all the high cultivators in Sakurajima confused.
The monster of the legendary Sakurajima God Era suddenly appeared in a mysterious period of seclusion.
They were like in a dream for a while.
It was even a little hard to tell whether this was reality or a nightmare.
Just as Wei Yuan stepped onto the boat, he seemed to notice something and turned his head slightly.
With his eyesight, he naturally could not see the changes happening above Mount Fuji.
But with the perception of the cultivator, he could feel the violent fluctuations and changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Yamata no Orochi, as the last descendant of Xiangliu, was so crazy that he just absorbed the power of lava fire and thunder of heaven and earth. Now he briefly controlled thunder and fire, feng shui, and the original poisonous power.
And the enemy.
The enemy who can suppress Xiangliu by himself.
Only one.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes, but he seemed to sense the person who was fighting with Xiangliu in the sky through the changes and collisions of the vitality and the flow of the wind. He was the gathering of Sakurajima's divinity, one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin era, the current main god of Japan, Tianzhimian, Xu Fu.
His tone was polite and gentle, as if he was talking to an old friend.
"I found you, Mr. Xu."
............
Xu Fu and Yamata no Orochi fought directly in the air.
One of them was one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin era, with two thousand years of Taoism, immortality, and divinity. The other was a descendant of a fierce god whose name could be recorded even in Shenzhou in the Age of Gods. He also absorbed the power that Fugaku burst out. For a while, it can be said that they were evenly matched.
The battle between the two sides also made today's events more magnificent.
There is no way to hide it.
The power that Xiangliu exerted was flames, thunder, storms and poison.
And Xu Fu, the main god of this place, also had this extremely powerful power in Sakurajima.
Control earthquakes, flames, storms, thunder.
Operate the natural power of heaven and earth.
Even around his divine body, he evolved a body that was as huge as the Yamata no Orochi, emitting vast golden light. The two behemoths fought madly here. It was clearly night, but at this moment, the area within hundreds of miles was as bright as day.
The clouds and mist rolled, and were shattered by thunder and turned into heavy rain.
The heavy rain was swept into the vortex of thunder and fire, but was evaporated into white gas.
Xu Fu's battle was unconcerned about where he was, causing the surrounding waves to become more majestic. Soon, dots of light could be seen. It was the other gods in the entire Sakurajima pantheon who appeared to subdue the Yamata no Orochi. The Yamata no Orochi fell into the sea, raised his head and roared, without fear.
On the boat, the young Taoist priest Xuan looked at him blankly, holding a whisk in his hand, and pinching the ground with his fingers.
Even though it was a tiny place in the eyes of Shenzhou, it had once grown elixirs that could be refined into elixirs of immortality, the remaining divinity, and the former top true cultivators of Shenzhou. Fighting against the evil gods of ancient times, if both sides had not been cautious and held back, resulting in the outbreak of disasters, it was not impossible for the island to sink.
"Sure enough, still very strong."
Ah Xuan heard the voice and turned his head to see Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged on the deck, facing the direction of the battle, with his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to see everything clearly. The water control method and the wind control method were used as if breathing, and the whole ship went along the water flow to the direction of Shenzhou.
And Wei Yuan's hand had a blank scroll in it.
Wei Yuan's fingers gently pressed against the file.
And the Yamata no Orochi, which had been sealed for a long time after being plotted against, made a fuss.
Xu Fu also had to use most of his means.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes, sensed the subtle fluctuations, and distinguished Xu Fu's various magical powers and moves, controlling earthquakes, causing thunder and wind and fire, and operating the Yin and Yang technique. With the identification, the file showed an extremely clear track. Ah Xuan saw that it was a rough ink painting with divine intentions.
On the island, a volcano erupted.
In the air was a man in a robe, surrounded by many gods.
While the whirlpool in the water was entangled with thunder and fire, a ferocious beast with eight heads raised its head and roared.
It was impossible to defeat it, at least now, within the range of Sakurajima.
It was difficult to kill Tian Zhi Yu Zhong.
However, Wei Yuan did not intend to go up so stubbornly at the beginning.
It was necessary to make preparations in advance and collect intelligence.
Make plans before taking action.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the painting. Ah Xuan was shocked to see the aftermath of the distant battle. He noticed Wei Yuan's sight and murmured, "Is this the strength of a true cultivator?"
"No, this is already a battle between gods."
Wei Yuan replied, "Just treat it as a last show before you leave."
Ah Xuan nodded in confusion, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly:
"At first I thought, Master Wei, you were going to let the lava burn everything around, but it turned out to be just a warning."
Wei Yuan leaned back and said, "There is no need. Killing is not the goal, but a means."
"What's more, Shenzhou and Sakurajima are close, who knows if there are any at the foot of the mountain People of Shenzhou."
"I don't want to hurt innocent people."
Ah Xuan thought for a while, raised a question, and said:
"Then, are those people innocent of the atrocities committed by their fathers?"
"I think this sentence seems to make some sense, but it seems very, very ridiculous when I think about it."
Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, thought for a while, and said:
"It's really ridiculous."
"So, for example, a person killed hundreds of people to make money for himself, and made a lot of money, and then his daughter and son can use this bloody money to eat the best food, wear the best clothes, and get the best education, which are what other people need to survive."
" They think they haven't done anything sinful, and they call themselves innocent. "
"Do you think they are innocent?"
"The same is true for a country."
"Resources are fixed, so they will only flow. Such a small country doesn't have any special products. They can have such generous social welfare now, but they have deprived innocent people of ten times their lives, and accumulated the resources they plundered at the beginning. If one person is full, ten people will die."
"The enemy is using the money and resources robbed from killing your ancestors to live a life that is ten times more generous and wonderful than yours, but for some unspeakable secret, they reach out to be friends with you, and say long live friendship with a smile, I We have to let go of past grudges. You looked at the welfare benefits over there, lowered your head and looked at the old photos at home, and could only throw down the bowl and curse, "Go to your uncle's friendship long live."
Wei Yuan put the flying sword on his knees, flicked the sword and whispered:
"A hundred years of national hatred, the sea is hard to calm."
A Xuan didn't understand what he heard, but he also felt something, and said: "Is this your understanding, Master Wei?"
Wei Yuan looked at him, his expression was serious, and his tone was joking:
"No, this is called the primitive accumulation of capital."
"Ah? ? !"
At this time, the Yamata no Orochi over there raised his head and roared, saying:
"Where is your contract? !"
The voice roared and angry.
The gods around were all horrified, A Xuan was also confused, but Wei Yuan wanted to laugh out loud.
If it was the Xiangliu that was killed, he would never believe Wei Yuan. The founder of the ancient covenant rules was Qi, and as someone who had been close to Qi, that Xiangliu would never believe that Wei Yuan had no way to circumvent the restrictions of the covenant.
But Wei Yuan felt that he still had a strong sense of contract.
He stood up.
After thinking about it, he wanted to take action himself, but if he took action himself, it would inevitably attract Xu Shi's attention. Now was not the time to fight with Xu Shi. For such a person, he must be sure to kill him. He gently pressed Ah Xuan's shoulder and said, "Ah Xuan, let me teach you a sword technique."
"Do you want to learn?"
Ah Xuan was puzzled, but he nodded.
Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed Ah Xuan's shoulder, saying: "Then, close your eyes."
"Close your eyes?"
"Yes, for this sword technique, you have to close your eyes to really see where to cut."
Ah Xuan closed his eyes.
Then, because of the warmth on his shoulder, he was able to see that in the darkness, on that piece of land, there were strands of energy that lit up. These things entangled together and turned into pythons, and then gathered into a big python, looking back to the west, looking towards the direction of Shenzhou, with a weak posture, but lurking in the dark, baring its fangs.
Ah Xuan was startled: "What is this?"
Wei Yuan said softly: "It's a spiritual vein, the spiritual vein of Sakurajima's luck. If it is according to Shenzhou, it is called a dragon vein."
"But this is not enough."
"Shenzhou no longer has a dragon vein, only luck, and Sakurajima still has the royal family, so this vein is still there."
Ah Xuan heard the voice behind him and nodded ignorantly.
Wei Yuan smiled and said: "Now, raise your hand and think that you are holding a sword."
"Sword?"
"This sword, with Tao as the tip, 'I' as the spine, and talismans as the blade, can cut off the unkindness of heaven and earth, and break the magic of all things. Survival and destruction, rise and fall, all depend on one heart. Do you feel this sword?"
"Yes."
"Try to chop forward."
The ignorant young Taoist felt that Wei Yuan patted him.
Raised his hand and chopped with his finger.
The flame mark on the forehead suddenly brightened, and then the invisible sword fell. The python that symbolized Sakurajima's luck suddenly hissed. The snake head that was originally staring at Shenzhou, revealing fangs and mucus, turned around painfully and faced his body. The luck poured out majestically, and the whole world seemed to freeze in an instant.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes.
The wooden hairpin was shattered, and the black hair fell an inch below the shoulder, watching this scene.
If it flows out like this, it will cause the heroes of Sakurajima in the next thirty years to be born like a blowout.
But the direction Wei Yuan chose to guide Ah Xuan to drop the sword was next to Xiangliu.
The fierce god was startled, and then reacted instantly. In front of the gods, four of its heads directly tore and absorbed the luck that had been nurtured in Sakurajima for a long time, swallowed it with big mouthfuls, and contained it in themselves. The remaining heads used flames, thunder, strong winds and poison to force the other gods out.
Finally, Xiangliu raised his head and shouted.
The gods restrained his eight heads.
Susanoo held the sword of Ame-kurokumo and was about to chop it down to seal the fierce god again.
But he was bitten by the ninth head, and the sword of Ame-kurokumo was directly broken, and Susanoo was swallowed into the stomach. In the years of mountains and seas, nine heads are respected. There is a huge gap between the nine-tailed fox and the eight tails, and the same is true for Xiangliu. So Xiangliu's body became huge again, located in the abyss of the sea, raised his head and roared, shaking off the clouds and mist, letting the dark clouds with thunder surround him, and even the gods became the background.
In a place unknown to anyone, Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, the moonlight was deep, and he calmly watched the scene that seemed to be a myth coming back.
Raising his hand, the painted scroll was suspended in the air with a rustling sound, reflecting the gentle moonlight. Ah Xuan saw the Taoist raising his hand and pointing down.
The volume of strange and chaotic gods -
Defined as - chaos!
An act of rebellion.
With this stroke, the whole scroll seemed to have a charm. Finally, Wei Yuan took it back with a flick of his sleeve, and the scroll turned into a scroll, falling into Wei Yuan's palm.
"Strange Powers and Chaos·Chaos Part 1"
"Looking forward to the next real meeting, Xu Shi."